Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I went to Hebrew school every Sunday since first grade.  Then as I got older, they upped my sessions to twice, weekly.  Read from the Torah.  I remember learning to read Hebrew, really read it, when the letters became words. …

HELLO DOLLY makes me cry.  I’ve been watching it all morning, and when Barbra Streisand thanks her dead husband for sending her a sign, letting her know it’s okay to shack up with Walter Matthau, I have to fix my…

You said you were afraid of failure, then told me I was too.
“Nope. Rejection,” I corrected you.  “Not abandonment or failure.  Rejection.”  I was firm on this shade of emotional pewter; I’d spent a day in it, wearing yellow…

I fall asleep to a bedtime mix of music.  It makes me think of camp, all those nights, I fell asleep in my damp cabin, doubling two pairs of socks and sweats to keep warm beneath a down sleeping bag. …

The most interesting thing about live music is the reaction of those that have come to witness it. It’s some obscure artist to you, but clearly the trailer park dude with the short pants and chops knows the words. He…

There are certain songs I listen to on repeat without apology.  In college, while I was locked inside my dorm for an entire weekend, in the same pajamas, playing Myst like a nerd, I listened to Anna Begins by The…

I had a 3 in 4 shot of keeping you.  It was the middle of the night when you decided to leave.  "So you’re just going to go?"  Your pants were already on, and I could see in the orange…

It’s 12:35 am, and I’m watching and absorbing The Eels on the chin guy’s show.  They’re singing about trains and tracks and finding their way back.  I’m crying.  Jay Leno… that’s the dude with the chin.  I can’t help the…